Just like Adele wants her new album to jump, & I quote, “so [her] my truth can exist in the world…” I want my new book to jump for exactly the same reason. And just like Adele touches lives via her gift to move people through lyrics & song… I would like for folks to say I have the same effect with words on a page.
There is no doubt in my mind that this is my meme coin that goes viral. There is not an iota of hesitation when I say to whomever is listening or reading this right now, that this book about to jump, is indeed my magnum opus. And I don’t think I should have to wait until after I die to have it be recognized or memorialized as that. I’m not Plath, Dickinson, Thoreau or Blake. This isn’t a dark age of looming enlightenment yet to be had, it’s (God’s) 21st Century, where the soul rises to power.
A book like this should hyper buzz across the world stage with a kind of savvy sweeping endearment that tattoos eternity. A book like this should waltz across the globe in a flowing cosmic cape with a darling gentle voracious vengeance, just like an Adele song. I don’t say this lightly: every single person in the world should have a copy of this book. Dont miss out on the oven fresh beauty of this moment. Let’s make this book the B-side of the underdog, that finally hits #1.
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We have a whistler where I live. He paces around here in the mornings & whistles all kinds of stuff. I heard the national anthem yesterday via whistle… then some Rhiana song, lol. The guy has some talent. A whistler reminds me of the ending of a “Moonlighting” episode from back in the 80s. Bruce Willis & Cybil Shepherd famously had that taboo sorta romance that never actually materialized really. The plot writers just strung us along on a juicy tale of call me maybes… lol.
A whistler always reminds me of a play stage set in the pre-war 20s era. A guy in a jeff cap & suspenders exiting stage left with a see ya later whistle. A whistler makes me picture the end of an old detective movie even, when the mystery is solved… & the rogue detective disappears down the lonely street into the rising sewer pipe steam. Storylines for a whistle have endless possibilities.
Ya know what’s nice about a whistler? Ya can’t tell what color they are, gender, race, age, religion… a whistler is anonymous in a sense, just an echoing little reminder that we are all one brand of being… Human.
I live in the weirdest apartment complex ever, for real. And everybody who knows where I live, gets it. This is kinda gross, but there are like hundreds of people who live in buildings A-F on this property & it sure seems like every single one made a bet with each other to see who can hock the most spit. What is wrong with people? Zero class, zero consideration for others, just plain unsanitary. I literally do not touch any railings & tiptoe around here like I’m walking through a land mine most days. Dirty, messy, uncouth, unevolved, unhealthy, unwell people exist right in the backyard, folks.
Then… there is a huge community of feral cats here… like a hundred or so, which we all pitch in to feed, but that doesn’t seem to help. They still multiply despite our efforts to fix & spay. They fight at night, & when it rains here… the cat pee saturated ground lifts to serenade the senses with such an intoxicating aroma that I have to shut all my windows & doors. Not to mention, one lot over, there is a small “tent city” filled with mostly alcoholic homeless people who linger around the property like sad abandoned pets. All of it, breaks my heart, honestly. Poverty, hunger & homelessness exists right in the backyard, folks.
The guy downstairs wakes us all up every Saturday morning with INXS “Don’t Change” ON REPEAT, blaring out his wide-open apartment… over & over & over again, until he passes out I guess, & it gets all quiet all of a sudden. Some days it’s a whole “Heart” album & he drunkenly sings along with every song, it’s actually pretty legendary. But on the contrary, like a real live scene out of a Teen Scream flick… there is a young like 23-year-old girl who has screaming fits out underneath the steps sometimes. She screams bloody murder for like 2 hours straight like a horror movie actor. Cops eventually show up & they get screamed at too… it’s kinda funny. But not… cause there really is something seriously wrong with her. Depression, suicide, PTSD & major mental illnesses exist right in the backyard, folks.
There are a lot of random retired New Yorkers here, big wigs who aged out of the restaurant business living on social security, a bunch of retired truck drivers divorced & estranged from any semblance of family & a plethora of people who more than qualify for disability checks. EVERYONE has a story. My former next-door neighbor, this old strung out retired stockbroker from Bosten, used to tell me stories of being an errand boy for Whitey Bolger, back when he was a kid. One neighbor of mine, is the same age as Donald Trump, back in the day in NYC his highschool used to play Trump’s highschool in sports, lol. My other neighbor who since passed away… jammed with Eric Clapton a few times back in the 70s. Old, lonely, sad, abandoned, washed-out has-beens exist right in the backyard, folks.
Heck, an infamous retired old bank robber lived here once. A bunch of junkies & pseudo King Pins still do live here. The sex offender registry has quite a few hits on the apartment complex map, unfortunately. And if you look at the town’s mug shot page on the police blotter, you will recognize half of my neighborhood. It’s a little unnerving, lol. Criminals, con-artists, creepers, dealers & addicts exist right in the backyard, folks.
Thank god for “the whistler.” If it wasn’t for him, raising our attention to greener pastures around here, this place would definitely be a shade darker, lol. Every neighborhood should have one.
Back in the late nineties, I had a job once as a teacher’s aide at a daycare center in Northeast Philly. I was 23 & my 19-year-old partner in crime coworker & I used to meet up early every day right before work to burn a joint down in her car out back in the alley. Afterward, we would frolic like besties into the place, all pie-eyed & giggly, clock in & proceed to basically play with a bunch of 2 to 6-year-olds for 5 hours. It was a ball, let me tell you. But then, it only took a few weeks for me to see what was really going on beneath it all.
I began to notice that the teachers were not high like us... they were STONED… off of something way stronger than weed. They were on Xannies, Percs, & Vicodins. And instead of the narcotics making these pre-school teachers more chill, they made them intolerant & impatient & they screamed & yelled at the children in a really abrasive way. They crossed the line by pulling at shirts, squeezing arms & shoving them into their seats. It was not pleasant behavior to witness. And for those of you who know my story, that definitely was a true trigger for me, especially back in my early 20s. There was no way I was gonna continue to stand by & let that kind of child abuse happen on my watch.
Not to mention, these teachers were clearly jaded, had no real passion for the job, & were not happy campers, to say it lightly. I attempted to have a concerned chat or two with them, but they all seemed to be in a teacher bitch-click of sorts that my friend & I were not welcome in. We were only menial aides that made 6 dollars an hour, after all. All the while, to top it all off, every toy in the entire daycare facility was grimy, dirty, germy & never cleaned, even though I & my friend attempted to do so. It was a double whammy of toxicity, between the teachers & toys. No wonder why these kids were always sniveling, whiny & sick.
To make a long story short, I wrote a long detailed letter to the administration on behalf of what I intently thought was right. And I had two things said to me after she read it & called me into her office. One, “you belong in Montessori school,” & two, “we are gonna have to let you go.” Well, one… I had no idea what a Montessori school was, & literally had to look it up in an actual dictionary cause it was like 1997. Two, that day… they ripped me from all those little precious relationships I had, up to & including my cool ass little hippie chic weed-mate. The kids cried, I cried, it was awful. And that was it. Game over.
The Montessori method of education is an educational method developed by Italian physician Maria Montessori. Emphasizing independence, it views children as naturally eager for knowledge and capable of initiating learning in a sufficiently supportive and well-prepared learning environment. A Montessori education develops students who are capable, accountable, knowledgeable people who have the strong sense of self they will need to thrive in the real world.
Well, no one will ever send me home sobbing again, with my heart in my hand & my dignity all wrinkled up in a ball in my pocket. I plan to be heard & promoted to CEO this time around. I am retiring the “Undercover Boss” role. I will be dropping the word undercover, so I can just be BOSS. I didn’t write a letter this time, I wrote TWO BOOKS. I have created a fight song, for not only our children, but for our planet, the animals & our very souls.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Welcome to the Age of Aquarius, where everything we have ever known is changing. The collective is crashing from the long-drawn-out temporary high of 3D linear living. The veil is thinning fast, 5D is dawning. Secrets & lies just don’t fly anymore. The golden age of humanity has already begun. Don’t risk getting your tail stuck on the side of the road, cop the ultimate travel guides here.
It has been 100 years since the Industrial Revolution. We now live in a world today where everything is controlled, monitored, & otherwise owned, dominated & ruled by corporations. This is indeed a “man’s world.” However, the “great awakening” began to creep slowly into the mainstream about 30+ years ago, even though we have been waking up in clusters for decades prior. Lo & behold, now there are those of us who have come out of the “cosmic closet” completely & we are no longer hiding our rights to truth, freedom, liberty & the real pursuit of happiness, which is honoring our true “God identity.” This “man’s world” is crumbling.
The camp that is conscious & awakening, ascending & learning to sustain 5D consciousness is at a critical mass.
This means that at least 51% of humans on the planet at this time are at this stage. If there are 7 & a half billion people on the planet, there are 3-billion 750 million & one folks “packing their bags” for New Earth. This critical mass thus is causing “The Shift” on the planet, as we begin to finally collectively undergo a planetary transformation on a grand scale that cannot be denied.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history.
It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Remember back in the day, when people used to say: “Wow, look at them, they are really ahead of their time!” Indeed, maybe you were a trendsetter in your day. If I was a Casio keyboard prodigy or Rubik’s Cube solver, I’d be in some small hall of fame I bet. But for a kid to be rattling on about social reform or reinventing religion…? There were too many unaddressed issues plaguing our society back then for anyone to be taking the little ole scrappy version of me seriously.
When I was a teen & young adult, people seemed to think I was delusional because I spoke in far-out utopian terms & had all kinds of hypothetical ideologies about stuff.
In the house I grew up in, there was a dusty bookshelf in the rec-room, that no one paid any attention to but me. There were these two books beside the old 1970s partial set of frayed army green encyclopedias. One, was on “Parapsychology” & two, was called “Utopia.”You do the math. I was always searching for answers ever since I can remember. I thought I had a kind of pioneering spirit, but folks tended to resist my ideas, calling them crazy talk.
Sunday dinners with the family proved to have more than a few short fuses blown when it came to any topics that might shatter the dream of the ole status quo. But that didn’t stop me.
Every time I write a book, I think anyone can do it, but not anyone can do it. It takes a mighty batch of guts, savvy & courage to say what you have to say with conviction. Unless you’re writing a novel… ya can’t fib, bend the truth, or pretend ya fact-checked it with a wink & a smile. Nope… you have to stand behind every statement, warranty every word, & prove it all by living up to it all (that’s the hardest part). Then, flying by the seat of your pants, you edit your butt off til you drop, all the while knowing… it’s always a gamble. I’m not exactly selling the beach in a bottle with a couple of free tickets to something great taped to the side. At least I don’t think so...lol. Or am I?
You have to be committed to secretly chanting how it’s gonna set the world on fire even though sometimes you question the entire thing.
There are definitely days when I literally want to go back to 1985 & binge-watch “Three’s Company” & eat 3 bowls of Lucky Charms on the couch. But then I remember it is in fact the great big year two thousand & twenty-one. Yip, we are way past Jack & Chrissy & pink sugary cereal milk with little fading marshmallows. If there ever was a book of mine that you should read, it is not one, but BOTH of these. This is it gang, what it all adds up to, and the proverbial bag of chips. I have a feeling, this is what everybody’s been waiting for… even if y’all didn’t know you were waiting for something.
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